compassionate

Written by: Goode Guy

They came in at the appointed hour 
to attend and witness and grieve, 
the friends and practitioners 
with the laying on of hands 
and the murmuring of soft voices 

Leg muscles quiver at the shot,
soft whimpers and welling eyes 
as willing grief drips from her nose 
quietly onto the shiny black coat 

Hands stroke the shallow breathing chest 
to feel and take a part of the parting
until stethoscope silence is certainty 
- the long minute of the long release

Hearts never harden to those loved 
the circle feels vast in the moment 
as final goodbyes are wept 
and "I love you" is whispered 

© Goode Guy 2012-12-09